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Conner Kent	Four or five days in N.O.W.H.E.R.E. Not long to get all the information from a prison for a proper escape. But the impression they are running out of time is intense. Whispered 'we have almost finished' comments, 'the next phase is about to start' and maybe the more alarmingly 'we will get some more test subjects soon'. And it is not really a prison. They are not trained jailers, the so-called researchers. They are also predictable in their habits. NOWHERE follows a day/night cycle. At 'night' there is almost no one around. No patrols in the empty halls. Sure, there are some cameras, but there are options. Tim and the others have been subject to a number of interviews and tests. Some pretty crazy. But the techs and scientists are sometimes disorganized. Some tools were pilfered ninja-like/bat-style. Those smartsuits are programmable with the right tools... and today they managed to steal the ones they needed. Yes, they have trackers, but the trackers can be hacked to send false positions (with some limitations - but as long as they don't go many miles away they can 'tell' the sensors they are still in their cells). They can also be used as disguises, to a point. Better stealth options for sure. So, it is time to do some exploring.
Tim Drake	It's getting to the point where Tim's body has adapted to the lack of caffeine. He's still not in the best of moods but that's just, you know, because he's currently kidnapped. This is really interfering with his plans for this week.     Still, even going through withdrawals he was hard at work on an escape plan. The formulation of which was a team effort, of course. Same with the pickpocketing of access cards and the swiping of tools, as needed. All four of them are well-trained sticky fingers.     N.O.W.H.E.R.E. really did not make good choices in their targets.     Trackers disabled, Tim splits off from Phoebe, Laura, and Nadia. Stalking through the halls of the base is an uncomfortable thing, on edge as he scans for cameras they might not have already hacked or an overly dedicated scientist working late.     What he's aiming for, though, is any sign of Conner. They must have taken Superboy first, so that they were clear to make the switch. How, well, Tim has no idea how they managed it.     He can only hope that N.O.W.H.E.R.E. is keeping him here somewhere.
Conner Kent	Empty corridors, lights are half-power. Everything is pretty quiet. There are not useful direction signs, but Tim has a fair idea of where they places where they have been tested are. The bad news is the complex seems rather big. The good news is it seems understaffed. All in all, they have seen maybe two dozen people and six of the armoured cyborgs with numbers in their faceplates. None of the superhuman agents of N.O.W.H.E.R.E. has crossed in their path. They must be housed in other area of the complex. No other prisoners either, but there should be some somewhere, since the theory is they snatch one or two metahumans every week. There are three options now. Trying some hacking to find directions. Asking for directions. Or just exploring areas he has never been.
Tim Drake	Quiet is good. Even without the tech in his N.O.W.H.E.R.E. suit, the half-power lights wouldn't be an issue. Tim has very good nightsight (for a human). But even with his excellent skill at building mental maps, he's no closer to finding Conner.     Nowhere closer. Heh.     This place is starting to get to him.     He's not going to spend the entirety of the night wandering around. Finding Conner is his top priority but there's plenty to do. Gather more resources to aid in their escape attempt. Scout potential routes.     So Tim looks around until he finds a computer terminal that looks hackable.
Conner Kent	The computer terminals do not look very hackable. They have a friendly 21st-ish Century interface built over some crazy future software. But the good news is that most of them aren't future hardware. N.O.W.H.E.R.E. doesn't have infinite resources, it seems. And further good news is the future software is extremely user-friendly. The bad news include security is probably very good and Tim has not enough experience or any hacking software. All he has are a few identities and passwords from careless techies that didn't notice he was watching their fingers as they clicked the holographic screens and tablets. It takes a while and some puzzle-craft, but it seems they are in a research section about five levels from the surface. There are living quarters upside, a medical bay, a gym, a couple hangars, rec zones? Maybe. Restricted areas that could be training rooms. At one side there seem to be manufacturing areas, which might mean interesting devices. More labs downstairs, a containment area, which is not where they are, but larger and deeper. Deeper still, storage areas. And... a restricted no info zone. Huge. It must be two or three miles across and hundreds feet tall. Underneath, like a mile under the surface, something called the Fusion Power Sphere. That seems to be the power core that feeds all of N.O.W.H.E.R.E.'s 'Colonies'.
Tim Drake	Future software: bad. Present day hardware: good! Look, given how difficult it is for a lot of people to make the switch between one version of Windows to another, an OS from the far-flung, apocalyptic future is probably a headache for even someone as tech-inclined as Tim to navigate.     At least he's been spying on the scientists and techs using them during testing. Better than nothing.     When he finally manages to access something like a directory of the site. Tim suspects the area upstairs is where the more agreeable captives are kept, the ones that now walk the N.O.W.H.E.R.E. company line. Why they've bothered to keep him, with no useful powers, still confuses Tim to some degree. But he'll wait to look the gift horse in the mouth until after it's a dead horse, AKA when he's escaped and N.O.W.H.E.R.E. is burned to the ground.     Manufacturing could be useful. Tim would rather avoid any more labs if he could help it, after what he's gone through in the ones up here so far... containment area.     Deeper down seems the place to go.     He makes note of the other areas, especially the fusion power sphere. But that's for later investigation. After a quick sweep of the terminal for any other useful information, he does his best to erase any traces of him accessing it before he logs out and heads for the nearest stairwell access.
Conner Kent	It is definitely better to avoid elevators. They all have cameras. Fortunately there are stairwells for emergency use. They are actually a little dusty. The rest of the complex so is spotless sterile it almost hurts the eye. The containment area is six levels under. The door in the staircase is sealed, although there is a small window showing a darkened area. A patrolling drone passes by as Tim peeks, flashing lights at the sides. He had not seen any of those yet.
Tim Drake	Always take the stairs, if you can. It's just good advice in general. A little extra cardio in your day. Of course back at the Roost Tim has such a set path that he travels between (computer lab to training room and then back to computer lab) that it's kind of irrelevant.     Now, though, definitely time for the stairs. He's vaguely worried about leaving bootprints in the dust so he sticks to the edges of the stairs as much as possible, trying to minimize the evidence he leaves behind of his passage.     Once he makes it to the big metal door with no way to unlock it, he feels like he's probably hit paydirt. The existence of drone patrols beyond only reinforces that belief.     All he does for a little while is wait at that window, carefully peeking through to observe patrol patterns.     Eventually, though, he leans down over the panel next to the door. As it turns out, the sharp edge of his... wings (sigh) is a great tool for jimmying things open. When he's confronted with the internal electronics, Tim stares at them for a few moments, considering, then checks to see if the coast is clear of drones before trying the wire he thinks will open the door up.
Conner Kent	It is not really wires, but chips and ingrained circuitry. It is still not difficult to figure out, since the door basically has two positions. Open and Hell-Not-Open. It even opens smoothly, with a soft click. A drone is due in five minutes. Chances this has caused an alarm somewhere are high. But hey, Red Robin is still in his cell. The smartsuit says so. No dust in this area, but it is colder; Tim can see his breathing condensating. Someone let the temperature drop here well under zero Celsius. There follow a number of barely lit corridors crisscrossing. Small cells at the sides.
Tim Drake	Tim suspects that if this has set off a silent alarm, there's likely to be a drone (or maybe a person) coming by for a check much sooner than the timer counting down in his head. So he's on the move, fast, only stopping to check the cells.     The effects of Conner being stuck down here for who knows how long--longer than Tim himself has been underground, and despite his night owl habits even he's feeling the loss of natural light--spur him on a little bit faster at every passing second.
Conner Kent	Empty, empty, empty... how many people have they planned to lock down here? Finally a place not empty. There is a rectangular box inside the cell, inside it, visible through an hexagonal window, floats a young woman with yellow skin and blue hair. No one Tim has ever seen. There are some symbols on the door. None of them makes sense. A dozen more empty cells, then a floating man with transparent skin. Then someone that might be a Khund warrior, although he looks young. They all seem to be sleeping. Perhaps they are dead.
Tim Drake	Every time he finds someone, Tim stops. He stares, long enough to commit their details to memory. If he's the only one outside of N.O.W.H.E.R.E. to ever see these people, then he's going to remember them.     He tries not to think about that in greater detail. Or wonder if they're actually alive. Instead he keeps pressing onward, going down the next hallway and checking each cell he passes along the way.
Conner Kent	Fifty six faces to remember. And eight drones to sneak pass. They look like mechanical vultures, but the wings don't move much. Then there is one face he definitely knows. Conner is in one of those rectangular boxes, inside a cell. Weird symbols in the wall, possibly in an alphabet that won't exist in centuries. And then there is a clicking sound in the distance. It can be heard only because the silence is so complete. It sounded like the sealed door opening.
Tim Drake	Yeah, Tim's counting along with memorizing. He starts to frown once he hits a dozen. At twenty, his hands clench into fists at his side every time he finds another occupied cell. By thirty he's cursing N.O.W.H.E.R.E. silently with every new discovery.     Fifty six. They have fifty six people (corpses?) locked up down here.     At some point, Tim's not sure when, he'd stopped hoping to find Conner. Maybe he's pretending to play nice, up on the level above the research section. Or they have him in another facility.     And then, there he is. Tim just stands there, blinking, like he can't quite believe it. It's only that sound off somewhere around a corner and down another hallway that prompts Tim to start looking for a way to access Conner's cell.
Conner Kent	There are space here for thousands of prisoners. Or corpses. But only a few cells are filled. In fact... maybe there is space for all the metahumans on Earth. At least those who are either heroes or criminals. Ah, the door. Similar to the one at the staircase. Faster to open, as the circuitry works the same. The box inside has some simple controls, no passcodes needed. There is an open/drain glowing green square. And a 'kill' yellow square.
Tim Drake	Tim is too well trained to panic but he's feeling the encroaching pins-and-needles feeling of anxious energy as he gets the door open. If they suspect it's one of the Outsiders then they'll know where immediately to look for him, instead of having to search every cell.     He's on limited time, then. No plans yet about how to actually get Conner (or himself) out of here.     Which is why his hand spasms, a couple of inches above the green button. What is waking Conner going to do? Is there a chance he'll have some sort of information that might be useful? Sure, yeah. But there's probably an alert that will go out, letting someone, somewhere, know. So Tim's hand drops. Then it raises again, this time to press against the box. "I'll be back, Kon," Tim says, barely above a whisper. He closes his eyes tight, behind his mask. Then he nods. "I promise."     Then he goes back the way he came. He closes the door, resets the lock, and puts the panel cover back in place. Tim starts down the next corridor, trying to find another way back to the stairwell.
Conner Kent	Half a second after Tim turns around the corner, one of N.O.W.H.E.R.E.'s cyborgs shows up to investigate. There is a 36 in the faceplate, a searchlight on his shoulder and a large submachine gun in his right hand. But he sees nothing here. Wait, some thermal traces in the air? How good is Tim at contained his breath to avoid condensation? The smartsuit is not covering most of his head, after all. And of course, here comes a drone, still doing the predictable but pretty throughout patrolling.
Tim Drake	Once he realizes there's a cyborg on his tail, Tim can do a darn good job at concealing himself from most sensors. He tends to breathe slowly as a general rule, unless it's necessary to over-oxygenate his blood for some reason. And, of course, he's been trained to hold his breath for a long time.     If he were in any other situation, Tim--at least, his internal monologue--would make some sort of reference to Guybrush Threepwood right now. He's a big fan of old computer games. But right now he's really not in the mood, and as he climbs up to the nearby vent (which is definitely too small for him to go through) he burns through a not-inconsiderable portion of the air still in his lungs. But he can still hold his breath for a while longer, now that he's still, the effort required to cling to the ceiling made rather inconsequential thanks to the suit.
Conner Kent	The cyborg steps forward and stands in front of the drone. It stops there, too, pausing for a few seconds, then flying a couple inches over him. The armored man grunts something that could be 'hate those things'. But turns back, assuming the possible intruder can't have gone that way. They never look up. Which is a good thing, because Tim really needs to breathe soon. Also, there is likely a second cyborg some distance at the right. Dodging the both of them and the drones to get at the door is going to be a very tense thirty minutes hiding game.
Tim Drake	Tim doesn't quite have nerves of steel. He's pretty seriously freaked out, all told, given he just spent a good long while confronting the physical evidence of N.O.W.H.E.R.E.'s grand plans for... capture, control, eradication? of the entire metahuman population, as far as Tim can tell. The sheer size of this facility is so far beyond what he'd originally considered that it's almost hard to fathom.     All of those concerns, though, are set aside for the time being. Right now the only thing Tim has time to think about is getting out of here. If it takes thirty minutes, then Tim will keep himself together for thirty minutes.     Throw on a few extra at the end so that he can make it back to the research level, after.
Conner Kent	Maybe Batman would have made it in 25 minutes. With a few less close calls. But Tim can be reasonably sure they didn't see him / can't prove he was there. Or something along the lines. Now he can go down and press his luck... or back into the familiar research level. Which is still normal quiet, but not gloomy or spooky. Maybe it means they have not caught anyone sneaking around. Anything is possible.